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"Bleh..." O'Niece hefted up the plastic bucket, hearing the faintest wet squish of it's contents hitting the sides. A hand nervously tugged up on the carrier's sides so she could notch it up against her stomach before running the freed hand through her thick, sloppy hair.

She trudged down the steps, each one trying to push the news out of her head, even though the caster's voices had a way of lingering there on loop.

"There's been a freak accident..."

"Experts thought this could never happen."

"Folks. I'd never thought I'd be reporting on an event like this,"

"Stuff from storybooks has come to life-"

"It's the zombie apocalypse."

After the first flux of terror, they'd been able to contain the outburst, more news had flooded every media outlet with a fresh basket of text to run constantly on O'Niece's internal teleprompter.

"The zombie strain has reached only a few victims per region. We should be thankful."

"It is dangerous, however, to try to save an infected."

"Infected are not who they once were."

"It is dangerous to save an infected."

"Please, do not harbor infected."

"It is dangerous."

"Even if you once knew them. Your sister or your husband. They're dangerous."

"He's dangerous."

"He's dangerous."

"He's dangerous."

"He's dangerous."

O'Neice froze in the middle of the staircase, hearing all the voices swirling in her head. She sucked in a long breath while she cleared her mind, filling her lungs with the stale, basement scent. For a brief second, the cycle of news continued before it faded out, leaving the stark silence of her mind. Lately, she seemed to oscillate between the two extremes- mind always full or deathly silent. Life lacked its usual complexity; the ups and downs of daily life had been replaced with a constant, dull medium beneath the halfway point. Without teaching, schools left shut down for safety purposes until the outbreak had been resolved, O'Neice spent her days listless, struggling to put a brush to the canvas in her art studio. Every piece, inspired by the world around her, seemed to come out darkened, shadows cast over everything and the ideas too jumbled to come together.

She sighed, momentarily seeing the faces of her classroom, reds and yellows bright against young people's works. The splattered shapes of family pets and daydreams represented in over exaggerated color, everything so alive. Then, she saw the gray of the highway, stretching out of town without the flicker of street lamps- they're funding had been cut with the travesty- until she found the dirty hump of roadkill. She flashed briefly to the sight of mangy fur, tire marks on the road-

Her head shook hard, clearing the building thoughts, the classroom and the highway together vanished, good and bad, gone. They always came together, the good and bad. The bad always had to ruin it. She felt a tinge of guilt at the lingering voices of the news, the constant stream of judgement for what she'd chosen, what'd she'd disobeyed. Sharply, she shut her eyes and blacked out the screen of her mind before they re-opened, back to blank.

Starting to continue down, she glanced once at the contents of her bucket. Tightly coiled tendrils squished together, looking like demented, elongated hot dogs that'd been compressed into the oval- shaped mound that sat in the bottom of the bucket, centered in a pool of escaping red, watered down blood escaping out of the weave of the brain.

The hybrid feline swallowed once, collected herself, and pushed open the door into the basement room. At the sound of the door creaking open, Kezhon turned towards the sound. The hair on one side of his head spilled downwards, stringy and limp while the the hair on the other side had been pulled away, revealing a pink coil of brains exposed. His eyes, darting lazily towards the noise her footsteps made, were rimmed in black and bloodshot red while his body showed scuffs and scars, mostly self inflicted from his state of oblivion.

Suddenly, he turned on a quick pivot and began heading straight to O'Neice. She stiffened, surprised, before realizing her mistake and dumping the bucket out before shuffling away from the turned container.

Kezhon descended onto the ripe, dribbling meat without hesitation, showing no preference to the deer brain over the dog brain from last feeding. O'Neice pressed back against the basement door, watching him pluck up the dripping folds of meat. He held it up in line with his face, where a mask was fitted over his mouth. The feline hybrid skirted the edge of the room, hearing Kezhon's chained ankles clicking on the floor as he watched her move towards his back.

"How am I going to get your mask off if you follow me?" O'Neice asked him, turning to look at his dead stare, but not entirely gone. Unlike the newscasters, the feline stared right into the face of an infected and she knew he wasn't gone. He couldn't be. Not now as he watched her tiptoe around the perimeter of the room, recognition flashing in his dulled eyes. Kezhon was still Kezhon, just infected with this disease.

His head tipped, miming that of a curious dog before the brain seemed to grab his attention again. He leaned down towards it, seeming to nose into it, though he was trying to remove the mask, but the action gave O'Neice a rush of deja vu.

"Let's let you eat..." she mumbled to herself, scooting up close enough to his back, with him distracted, to loosen the mask enough that he'd be able to eat. Then, she scampered back away in time to see his teeth sneak out the bottom of the slacked mask and slide down into the pink flesh of the coiled brain. O'Neice froze, transfixed with the sudden connection to what memory her brain had been trying to feed her before...

Summer sunlight spilled down into the sky behind them, a crisp blue sky with streaks of the glowing sun. Rich, green grass spilled out in the backdrop, surrounding Kezhon with crisp, lively colors.

He was laughing, mouth pulled open and fangs showing while he leaned into her garden patch, plucking out a plump, juicy strawberry.

He lifted it up to his mouth, eyeing it like it was a gem. His mouth slackened slightly, tooth sliding through the very edge, sensually peeling off the skin for the succulent pink.

The juices spilled down his hand, red and pink hues escaping into the fur, but his focus was on the richness of the fruit in his hand.

His teeth glowed with the red smear, carelessly decorating his chin with splotches of the scarlet while his fingers dug into the hunk of flesh, gnawing through the soft meat.

He squeezed so hard more liquid escaped, which he licked up with a faint groan of pleasure, so encapsulated with the simple pleasure of eating something so ripe-

fresh

juicy.

He suddenly paused.

His eyes drank in the sight of her.

A deep hunger suddenly showed, even filling his cheeks with something attuned to color.

She saw his heat rising out of it's place, where he'd been ignoring the desire to mate all afternoon, so successful out in the sun, distracted with gardening...

His mouth slackened, teeth showing smeared with the red juices from his eating.

He stepped closer to her, reaching out towards her.

She trembled at his first touch, feeling the slickness of the blood rolling down her skin. She felt the mumbled temperatures of his flesh, some still warm where the blood faintly continued to pulse through him, but others oddly chilled where the blood wasn't reaching and the body had sacrificed the cells, left them to rot. Her eyes were hazed, still seeing the moment cast in the memory.

As he pressed in closer to her, just close enough to smell her neck. His head tipped to the side, breathing in the scent of her, listening to the faintest hitch of her breath-

-of her heartbeat.

Of how it hooked in her throat, so cutely, when she felt him pressing closer to her, standing so much taller than her-

Of how it pumped blood through her veins; rushing, hot, copious blood.

O'Neice tipped her head slightly. She felt his wet lips slide over the skin. She spread her arms a little, looking to feel the heat prickle on the bare flesh before she curled them around Kezhon, encouraged him closer, but she felt no heat. She felt the same stale air of the basement.

She squeaked faintly with realization and a hand darted up to jerk the mask back tight into place, leaving Kezhon simply nudging into her neck when seconds before his teeth had been tracing gashes out through the pale, freckled flesh so the pale backdrop now housed pink, popping scratches through the supple skin. He breathed her in with his mouth open beneath the mask, catching the scent of her by the faintest flavor of it and the blood tinting on the air.

She suddenly felt the bulge of him against her front. He'd grown, quickly, to a massive shape beneath the thinning threads of his shorts. The tenting form strained into the fabric, seeming to force the dying seams and testing their endurance. He grinded into her roughly, barely even focusing on her actual crotch, but humping into her thighs up to her stomach just as much while he continued to rub the mask to her neck, struggling to taste her and the coppery flavor of the blood hidden just beneath the skin.

O'Neice entertained the briefest thought of escape, a fleeting moment where she stumbled backwards towards the basement door, but Kezhon's hands found her.

He grabbed onto the sides of her body, fingers sliding impatiently- clumsily- down to her ass, groping her in closer to his needy- animalistic- humping motions. She heard him whimper, shyly- hungrily- at her, unsure of acting out of his desire even when he needed her so badly.

The day in her strawberry patch lingered, casting Kezhon now in the glow of warm, summer sunshine out in the backyard. Instead of seeing the leaves caught in the rim where his hair peeled away on a layer of skin edged around his exposed, fleshy brain and the scrapes through his chest, showing bone she saw a Kezhon frozen in time. His fingers grabbed at her sides clumsily, holding onto her as his hips thrust forward with increasing impatience. An instinct, from deeper inside of him than even the heat O'Neice remembered, burbled out to the surface at the triggering scent of the young, hybrid feline.

His stature, standing so much taller than her, never seemed so important than now. His groin rubbed along her stomach, grazing the bottoms of her breasts within the thin t-shirt she wore. His body, bending over at the waist as though he found himself too heavy to hold up, meant he breathed down onto the top of her head, panting hot waves of breath into her hair. Peeking down, the girl saw the outline of his shaft plainly through the thin threads of his shorts, already torn and slipping down his bare hips.

She bit her lip, nervously peeking towards his face and, for a brief moment, she saw the true nature of Kezhon's face with the mask fitted over top of his mouth. It spooked her, making her nose wrinkle, but then her mind acted over itself. She saw the glimmer of sun from her memory returning, triggering the warm, soothing wash of love that had her keeping her infected loved one in the first place.

"Uhhhhhhhhh......" Kezhon groaned, filling the feline's ear with the sudden echoing noise of his voice. She shifted at the sound of this groan, so her fingertips grazed over the throbbing shape of Kezhon's cock, plainly showing. At the faintest encouragement, his grinding nearly tripled. His hands gripped onto her sides hard enough she trembled before he bucked into her, impatient and mindless. The shorts were a barrier, but Kezhon showed no recognition of it. O'Neice gently started to shift the pair towards the raw mattress left there for storage. At the edge, she tried to lower slowly, gracefully onto its top, but instead Kezhon seemed to catch on in her direction and toppled them both over.

The small feline squirmed beneath him, again finding herself marveling at his size as his body swam up over her. Her fingers searched down, tugging once on the button of his shorts before it just popped off and they started to slide down his slim hips. Instantly, his shaft burst up and throbbed against her thighs. The heat of him surprised her, for a second, before she lost herself in the returning fantasy of her memory once again.

"Oh! Kezhon! Out here? What if someone sees?"

"I need you. I just need you now" He thrust hard along her smooth thigh, grinding into the soft flesh until his hands tugged down her loose shorts to expose the heat of her bare sex. He wasted no time-

His shaft plunged forward into the heat of her sex without hesitation. The sudden sensation of him, spreading her open forced the feline to arch her back and thrust herself up towards the motion. She groaned, letting her eyes slide shut while his hips started to smack into her. Rough, needy thrusts started to bob the girl on the mattress, wobbling her chest. He operated like a machine, keeping the same, unwavering, hard thrusts with each passing second. His shaft spread the girl wide, forcing her pink walls to clench and loosen around him as each inch grinded past her g-spot and delved deeper, deeper before he eased back out, repeating over and over.

O'Neice felt Kezhon's balls slapping into her ass, a steady beat pounding into her rump. She felt him hilting again, forcing her legs to open wider to deepen herself for him. Deep groans escaped with every meeting of their hips, O'Neice high and sharp while Kezhon grunted a deep, gutteral sound.

Hands scrabbling on the mattress, Kezhon hooked them above the smaller woman's shoulder so she didn't bounce away from him. With her position locked steady, Kezhon's pounding thrusts hit deeper inside of her and filled the room with the wet sound of her sex stretched out hard around his cock.

"Oh! Kezhon!" she yipped, surprised at the sudden increase. Her sex clamped, clutching hard around him. Her breath hitched in her throat, a surprised cry of her increasing orgasm bursting out of her. The consistent pound of his hips into her, each time striking against her g-spot and grinding deep into her had the feline wavering on the edge. Her tail was quivering, shaking trapped beneath her body while Kezhon clutched her harder. His body engulfed her, nearly double her size and bent in half to hold her steady as he slammed into her. His thrusts were deepening, staying inside her and bucking harder, rougher.

Finally, he started to stiffen. His body hitched mid-motion while his hips bounced once, twice, and then stilled. His entire body pulsed with a sudden energy before O'Neice felt the explosion of goo within her as cum splattered out against her inner walls. She clenched around him, holding him locked within as her body quivered and launched her over the edge. A loud, bursting squeal escape the feline, echoing out into the basement before she spurted around him. The rush of post orgasm haze washed over her, triggering a sudden warm, gooey emotion. Her arms looped up, circling around her around his neck in an embrace.

"Mmm.... baby... That was... intense..." She crooned into his ear, feeling the returning memory of the summer sun on her face as though that day had returned, though what she truly felt was the flush of orgasm still over her.

She felt Kezhon, nuzzling into her shoulder, gently making up for the rough round.

Kezhon's mash bumped into her shoulder, his mask scraping over the skin.

Sated sexually, Kezhon's mind re-evaluated his needs, balancing out between food and sex, which since he'd just completed one, fell back onto the other. His mask ground into the girl's shoulder, trying to work the straps looser onto his face so his jaws could escape and taste this girl who smelled so familiar.

Kezhon was nuzzling, kissing her wetly on the shoulder, getting her to giggle and writhe beneath him to escape the ticklish kisses. His hands spread over her stomach before she could, keeping her still and subjected to his playing.

When she tried to pull away, his hands pushed her back down and held her to the mattress. He continued to work with the mask, working on the edge of it persistently. He felt the strap shifting, just slightly on the back of his head where it was secured and slipping the tiniest bit down his chin.

O'Neice giggled, whining at Kezhon's antic. "Baby! Baby! Stop, what do you want from me?" She asked with a laughing gasp.

Her mind didn't see the basement. She didn't see the mask's edge sliding further down. She didn't see the dribbling, escaping saliva building at the idea of eating that glistened on Kezhon's chin. She saw the sparkle of sun against a backdrop of clouds. She saw Kezhon's ear perky and twitching atop his head, playful and childish as he cuddled her in the warm grass outside her garden. She didn't see the brain, exposed on the top of his head, graying at the edges, coiled, and fleshy. She was lost in a memory.

Lost, that is, until he responded.

"Brainnnnnns~"